Quotes
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Tabby : You have that new-profiler smell. Tabby Milgrim.
Jim 'Fitz' Fitzgerald : [shaking hands] Hi.
Tabby : I'm your new partner. Well, I'm the UTF's whole behavioral unit. Come on. Let's get you out of this craziness.
[cleaning out the front seat of her car]
Tabby : PB today. Sorry.
[putting Fitz's luggage in the trunk]
Tabby : Night school in psych sucks, but... plus, U San Raffaele is about a fart and a half away from losing its accreditation, but whatever. As long as I squeak out a master's degree before they go under, we're all good.
Jim 'Fitz' Fitzgerald : So, you're a profiler. You trained at the BAU?
Tabby : Hell no, bruh. I'm just a street agent.
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Stan Cole : We are hunting the deadliest serial bomber in history: the Unabomber. For seventeen years, he's been planting and mailing bombs; sixteen bombs, three people killed, dozens injured, and we really have no friggin' clue who he is or why he's doing this. We call him the Unabomber because his early targets were universities and airlines: "UN" for "university", "A" for "airline", Unabom. He calls himself "F.C." for "Freedom Club"; it's how he signs all his letters. It's also how he signs his bombs. Seventeen years of bombs all signed by FC. He's a sick bastard. Northwestern, 1978, another one there in '79. November '79, nearly takes out American Airlines Flight 444. The bomb was sent via air mail rigged with an altimeter; 22 passengers injured. 1980, United Airlines president gets his face blown in. More university bombs, '81, '82; computer science professors, engineering professors, one poor secretary at Vanderbilt opened a package addressed to her boss. More universities in '82, '85, '85, Boeing in '85, two computer shops, '85 and '87. The second one, he got his first fatality. And this is where we get our first eyewitness. She gave us this now-famous sketch, and then nothing for six years. So we figured he was dead or maybe finally got laid.
[laughter]
Stan Cole : But then he is back; Epstein at U.C., Gelernter at Yale. In his hiatus, he developed much more powerful and sophisticated bombs, and they keep coming. Exxon Valdez's PR guy, Mosser, and just last week, Gil Murray in Sacramento. It took three body bags to collect the parts. Why these targets? Why now? No clue.
Jim 'Fitz' Fitzgerald : So, what forensic leads do we have?
Stan Cole : Basically, we have no forensic leads. No DNA, no prints. But we did have a couple good ideas. We discovered that he gets his addresses out of one particular edition of "Who's Who", so we interviewed just about every librarian in the country; nothing. Makes his bombs out of junk, so we did a national junkyard canvass, no dice. But we figure eventually he is gonna screw up, and maybe he already did. Over the years, he's been mailing typed letters; nothing worth reading until this letter that he wrote to the New York Times. Now, the letter itself is blah, blah, blah, but forensics found this on the envelope: "Call Nathan R". We figure he wrote himself a Post-It note on top of the letter. And that is our first real lead. FBI agents are interviewing everyone called "Nathan R-something" in the country. Plan "B" is to find Nathans with "R" middle names.
Tabby : [whispering to Fitz] 10,000 Nathan R's.
Stan Cole : And that is it. Enjoy your afternoons. Don't forget to tip your driver.
